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Fervour is the weapon of choice of the impotent.


Lounging around on the Tasmanian Riviera. Emu Heights, Burnie. February 2012.

Today I am compiling a Top Five Places That We Visited On Our Trip To The North West And Back!

  • The Booming Metropolis of Burnie

  • The Nut, Stanley

  • Table Cape Lighthouse (and surrounds)

  • Sisters Beach and Boat Harbour Beach

  • Queen Victoria Museum and Art Gallery in Launceston (on the way back)
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    smudgeon said…
    That sounds like something nice about Lonny, Kris. I assume you won't be making this a habit!
    13 February 2012 at 12:10
    Kris McCracken said…
    I will say that the L'ton museum is significantly better than the one down here, especially in relation to kids!
    13 February 2012 at 12:19
    Roddy said…
    No mention of your mother's reflection in the window. Don't you think she looks cool?
    13 February 2012 at 17:11
    Kris McCracken said…
    It was warm that day.
    17 February 2012 at 13:57
    Roddy said…
    You're telling me! I was in Brisbane.
    18 February 2012 at 15:17
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